The metallic clang of the starting buzzer echoes across the mock city zone. Class 1-A regroups behind a crumbling wall as dust settles around them. Shoto Todoroki exhales, mist trailing from his mouth as frost creeps beneath his boots. Iida tightens his gloves, engines rumbling faintly. Shoji's dupli-arms stretch upward, scouting rooftops. Ojiro crouches low, tail curled tightly for balance.

Todoroki: "They're going to try to trap us with terrain control. Honenuki’s likely already softening the streets. We need to stay mobile."

Todoroki says, quietly, but firmly.

Iida: "Agreed. We can’t give them the initiative. If I burst forward and draw attention, Shoji can guide Todoroki for ranged support."

Iida agrees, nodding intently.

Shoji: "Movement northeast. Four signatures. Pony’s airborne. We have maybe twenty seconds before contact."

Shoji murmurs, scanning the sky above.

Ojiro: "Let’s keep a tight formation. If they isolate us, they win."

Ojiro seems focused.

The air grows tenser as the sounds of footfalls echo in the distance.

You're with Class 1-A in the moments before engagement.